I grew up in Nepal and for us, clothes were not worn for fashion, we bought our clothes to last until we grew out of it or it was unmendable but my mum used to dress me and my sister in a twin set look- colourful mismatch combinations which I surely would love to wear now. Past our twin set look, my sister geared towards tomboyish looks while I clinged to those princess dresses, it was the time when I was heavily influenced by Andersen’s fairy tales. I would always ask her to buy me dresses whenever we used to go clothes shopping and I adore those dresses, I still have the netted multi-colour one which everytime I look at it, it makes me smile. I am grateful that my mum instilled in me the joy of dressing up and being comfortable with what you wear, you make mistakes along the way, my teen goth phase is always talked about but that would be for some other time and I am sure I didn’t save any photos from that time. These princess dresses gave me bouts of happiness as a little girl not only because how I felt in them but also because of the memory associated with it, visit to the zoo, grandma house, my birthday, our family picnic. It’s making me question the amount of clothes I have nowadays and fast fashion in general, do my clothes tell a story? Does it invoke in me the same happiness as these dresses did? I can honestly tell about half of them don’t, I might not have worn most of them more than twice anyways. Ok, this post is kind of ending in a dark epiphany, I might have to rethink my wardrobe choices now…. but anyways do share your fashion story if you have any, what did you like to wear when you were young?